This is a song about "Moving to texas"

Yet to be moving like a 2 year old

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Stuck in the state of limbo, moving forth to prevail,

He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail

'less you stabler and benson, i don't fuck with the law

Jigsaw isn't here or leatherface in texas chainsaw

The ones you left out, jobs were giving, better living

Moving on to better things, to better us, it better bring

But he will never stop, moving his way across the job up to the top

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

I dont understand why these niggas so vexed

We're leaving the old mess and moving on to the next

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

So, i'm moving on to the next competitor to experiment like i've got a beaker.